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My friend was told this story by another professor. Apparently, when my professor's daughter was young, she had some uncommon form of encephalitis (I believe). It had gotten to the point where it was fairly serious, and they had taken her to multiple specialists but no one was able to get a diagnosis.

So my professor did his own research, and he managed to diagnosis his daughter himself. And he was right! Because of his diagnosis they were able to prescribe treatment.

40k had some of the best army themes. I can't even tell the difference between the real 40k themes and the fake ones anymore, and its fine because they're all great. Angry Marines? Nuns with chainsaws in power armor? Communist-cowboy ork desperadoes? Tyrannosaurs flying F-14's would be a step down at this point.

You know what's not a waste? Reading just about anything by Donald B Redford. The guy is an expert in the history and archeology of ancient Egypt and its neighbors. And his books are delightfully scathing of those unwilling or unable to examine history carefully and not drag their own religious or modern politicial hangups into it.

Has anyone ever seen the joke where an uplifting Disney song with a message of being true to yourself and don't run away from who you are encourages the main character to admit something horrible about themselves like, deep down, they're a serial killer or a pedophile. This joke is floating around in the back of my mind but I can't remember where I've seen it before ... an SNL sketch?

"Hello," he said, into the inky blackness of the room. There was no response.

Dan had expected as much. He wasn't the first to come all this way, to try his hand at getting past the Dangerous Room of Doom, but he knew he'd be the first to actually accomplish the feat. Dan had reasoned that while he wasn't the first stunt double to try, he was the first who was as equally dangerous as the room itself.

He further reasoned that, being so dangerous, this room was most likely as afraid of Dan Dangerous as it expected Dan Dangerous to be afraid of it.

All these thoughts went through Dan Dangerous's mind as he stood there in the darkness, looking into the empty void of the Dangerous Room of Doom. He fiddled around in his pocket, absent-mindedly. Some chewing gum, a bit of string, the invisibility ring he picked up somewhere below the Earth that had sadly ran out of AA batteries, a Batman Pez dispenser, a smooshed Twinkie, a vial of green sludge, his Verizon BlackBerry Tour, a nearly fully-loaded Glock (goddamn bats), an official MTA subway map of New York, a retracting telescope, a yellow Mead mini-spiral notebook full of magical incantations, and a copy of Catcher in the Rye. Luckily, he was wearing cargo pants.

He didn't need any of those items anymore, so he pulled them all out of his pants pocket and threw them into the void ahead of them. With each handful of items, he heard a distinctive THWOOSHEROOP sound which meant it was being sucked upward into the ceiling. So the items had served some use after all. Dan Dangerous now knew it was dangerous to step directly forward.

"I know what I must do," he told the Dangerous Room of Doom. Dan turned around and walked backwards into the center of the room. He felt wispy ghost fingers tucking at his cargo pants and Grateful Dead t-shirt, but they did not chuck him upward as they had his items. Dan Dangerous continued to walk backward deeper into the room.

After approximately 53 seconds, Dan backed into something that felt like a wall. Taking this as his cue to turn around, Dan turned around. He felt the thing in front of him. It still felt like a wall. He pushed on it a little. Yep, wall. It was a wall.

The wall was painted bright yellow. Dan had no way of knowing this because the room was so dark, but if anyone turned on the lights, Dan would have been horrified at how yellow this wall was. Just then the lights went on and Dan screamed and fell backwards into the pit and died.